No Please Don'T Remove Me

No please don’t remove me But I have been removed never to be again, When, please tell me when does it all end. There is no end, for even when you are gone, you still live on. I have an uncle I have never met, he lived long ago in the west and still lives on In the memories, of so many too many if you please. His name it doesn’t matter, what he did matters even less, but still became famous, for Feeding thousands, yes But think about the others, the ones that were not fed and the many thousands that were left for dead. Some might think it strange me thinking like this, for all the good he did and all his help out west. But thinking back to all those that would never rest, And their torment of the old days out west. Even though he was my uncle I still pay homage to the rest For they are the ones really put to the test. Starving from his deeds while looking, for a place to rest. Now I have been told they also are my brothers, this I know not for certain, but still respect the Indian Elders feeling their grief And suffering just like all the others.